Trail Post - A Portland Trail Blazers Blog

Today, I’m declaring an end to my Blazers fandom and this blog. Sure, I’ve been working for a year on this thing, and have even gotten a few people to see it, but this is my official resignation. John Canzano convinced me. He convinced me that the thing to do when your favorite team makes one little mistake or maybe moves a direction that you don’t want them to is to jump ship as fast as possible and cut all possible ties with said team. Thank you Mr. Canzano.

He’s right, I am a shareholder, and as a shareholder, I will not support a team that uses standard negotiating tactics with its players. How dare the Blazers attempt to let Brandon Roy know that they won’t simply give him the max deal, and that there will be a little struggle in the process. That could never send a message to the rest of the team that if they won’t go easy on the best player, they won’t go easy on anybody. That would never happen. What a horrible decision. I could never follow a team that drafts backup power forwards instead of trading for the first pick. Thank goodness I’m quitting this sad franchise.

Sure, he suggested giving them a year, but no, that’s letting these knuckleheads off too easy. They make one mistake, they do one thing I don’t like, they lose a game…I’m out. Guess what, we lost the game against the Toronto Raptors during the summer league. Jerryd Bayless should be proud - his six turnovers killed my desire to root for this team. I’ll switch over to a great team, a team that’s been perfect during the summer league: the Los Angeles Clippers. After all, being a fan isn’t about loyalty, or pride. It’s about cold hard numbers and winning as much as possible. There are 30 teams in the NBA to choose from, how blind am I to only cheer for the Blazers? That’s like going to a salad bar and only eating the croutons.

The pyre I will build on the roof of my girlfriend’s apartment will be epic, and the smoke will be visible from the Rose Garden. Take a look at it, Pritchard. Drink it in. That smoke is your failure. In goes my girlfriend’s LaMarcus Aldridge jersey. In goes my Rudy jersey. The Uprise shirt from the past post-season that I received from Martell Webster will be the next type of fuel. Then some green leaves, because honestly, if you want smoke signals to work, you need some green leaves. (I learned it from Bear Grylls.) Then, my Arvydas Sabonis Soviet Union replica jersey, because it combines the Blazers failure with the failure of Communism. Finally, I’ll be cleansed of the horrible Blazer curse, and free to move on to a team that deserves my devotion: those flawless Clippers.

Thanks John, for saving me from this horrible fate.

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